Buds getting tarnished,
Petals turning to dust,
The cost of a miracle, the price of lust,

In a land beautiful and serene,
Among the fountains, the breathtaking green,
There ruled the mighty Golden queen,

But oh what a pity! Though the nightingales did sing,
Songs of romance and lovely things,
The Golden queen could not find her king,

There were great men in the kingdom no doubt,
Some brave, others Nobel, others the kingdom couldn't do without,
Yet the poor Golden queen did nothing but pout,

As all the Nobel men asked for her hand,
Ah!her hopes did turn to sand,
She couldn't find a suitable man in all the land,

She wanted a man, brave yet wild,
Wise beyond his years yet with the heart of a child,
Caring, nurturing, demanding, harsh and mild,

But alas she could never meet,
One man she thought would make her complete,
One man who would fasten her heartbeat,

As she was about to lose hope,
There came a man holding fates rope,
A pirate, a bandit, harsh like a blade,smooth like soap,

The Golden queen ah! She fell so bad,
Why, her courtiers thought she had gone mad,
Yes,mad in love, No longer sad,

And the pirate, the thief,what happened to him,
He could not quite walk on his limbs,
His nature did change ,his heartbeat turned dim,

And at the gates of the garden they met,
Both crazed, dishevelled, unkept,
Tears of joy the cupid wept,

At last the night did come,
The moon chanted a familiar hum,
The moonlight tasted like rum,

The stars shone down from the sky above,
The night took the form of a spotless dove,
Somewhere two souls joined in divine love,

The next day the entire kingdom was in shock,
The palace doors had broken locks,
And the pirate ship had left the docks,

The Golden queen wasn't there, just a Golden crown,
The kingdom was mourning,every one's expression a frown,
They fought over the piece of metal, abused each other up and down,
All to get the Golden crown,

So in a land far and serene, there once lived the Golden queen,
Near the fountains, in the breathtaking green,
Evading life's play, she enacted her own scenes,
And she was happier than any queen could've been,
Dark like the frozen lakes yet flawlessly pristine,
You must have heard of her, have you not? Now they call her the Bandit queen